THERE IS A CHAIR ON THE WALL
AND A TREE IS GROWING DOWN FROM THE CEILING
MY HEAD IS A BALL THAT IS SAILING OVER THE FENCE
THE CLOSET IS FILLING UP WITH SHEEP
AND MY MOTHERS VOICE IS CALLING ME
FROM A ROOM WHERE THE PAINT IS PEELING
AND THE LEAVES, LIKE CRUMPLED UP MONEY
ARE CROSSING THE STREET
THE WORLD IS A TUNE IN A MINOR KEY AND
THE MOON IS A BONE ABOVE THE DINER
AND IT LOOKS JUST LIKE ITS A PART OF THE SIGN
ALL THE FURNITURE IS IN THE POOL AND THERE
IS A GORILLA IN THE CORNFIELD..
AND NOW A PUDDLE OF RAINWATER
FORMS IN THE PARKING LOT
AS MATT MAHURIN READIES HIS ARROW
AND STEADIES HIS BOW..
HE WILL COME HOME WITH SUPPER TONIGHT
I HELD ONTO THE STRING FOR MY FATHER
AND THE KITE SHIMMIED UP THE SKY AND
A BUCKET IS DROPPED DOWN INTO THE WELL
AND ALL THE BONES ARE COMING OUT OF ALL
OF THE GRAVEYARDS
AS THE STARS RAINED DOWN UPON THE CORNFIELD
YOU SEE LIFE SOMETIMES GOES BY ONLY ON CRUTCHES
I HAVE BEEN SOBER FOR THIRTY YEARS BUT TONIGHT
I COULDNT RESIST
SAY TONY BE A DARLING AND FIX ME A MARTINI WITH A TWIST
AS MATT MAHURIN STEADIES HIS ARROW
AND READIES HIS BOW
HE WILL COME HOME WITH SUPPER TONIGHT..
TOM WAITS, 2018
THE BEGINNING
During my early career as an illustrator in New York City, I
was commissioned to paint a portrait of some guy named Tom
Waits for an anthology album cover. I had never heard a note
of his music, but I was taking photographs and looking to get
into the portrait world. I tracked down Toms management
and told them I would love to photograph Tom for the cover.
Tom had moved on from the label I was working for and had
no say in the album art. Sensing an opportunity, I offered to
show Tom the photograph for approval before sending it to
the record company.
Within hours I received a call asking when and where.
Tom arrived at my Greenwich Village lo, where we spent the
next hour chatting and creating the portrait. For most fans,
meeting their musical heroes never happens. I had the rare
experience of becoming a friend of Tom before becoming a fan
of Tom. Thirty-five years have passed since our first session. Not
in my wildest dreams as a twenty-five-year-old aspiring photog-
rapher did I imagine in my sixtieth year I would be sharing the
history of our creative connection.
Several years ago, as I was organizing my photography archives,
I came upon the original negatives from the many times Tom
and I had worked together creating a portrait for a magazine
interview, album cover illustration, music video performance,
or live stage show.
Although I had captured hundreds of images of Tom, only a
handful had been published. The realization that so many of
these moments from such a long and fulfilling collaboration
would never see the light of day not only seemed like a wasteit
made me mad.
I have been a freelance artist my entire careerone hundred
percent responsible for scoring my next gig. The only way I
could escape the fate of losing these images to dust, decay, and
darkness was to create my own project.
Rather than approaching the book as a collection of portraits,
I would envision it as a portrait of a creative collaborationa
shared journey of artist and subject who have traveled many
years, exploring diverse projects and multiple mediums along
the way.
To undertake such a thrilling project was daunting, yet having
the opportunity to breathe new life into images that had been
dormant for decades banished any worries over the time and
work such a book would demand.
I called Tom to get his blessing.
He was cool.
Toms blessing and the chance to see so many images with
fresh eyes empowered me with great purpose to discover what
the book could become. Since I was not creating images for a
paying client or specific purpose, I now had the freedom of the
unknown daring me to dive into those neglected negatives and
follow the flow of where they wanted to take me.
More muse than musician, I relied on the images of Tom to
reveal the unfamiliar and the unexpected. When creating the
twenty illustrations inspired by Toms songs, I would simply put
on the song and begin creating. No planning, no sketching, no
preliminary studieslistening over and over and over until I
was done.
This book is one more chapter in our artistic historytold
from three thousand miles apart and without a word between
us. Toms body language part-ape, part-ballerina. His facial
expressions part-prankster, part-monsterall whispering or
wailing to me what they wanted to be. A hung bull, a pung
tractor, a suffering clown.
I would be remiss if I did not honor the invaluable partnership
Tom shares with his wife, Kathleen Brennannot only a bril-
liant writer and artist, but one who always sees the big picture.
Over the years she has been a constant source of grace, humor,
love, smarts, guts, and plain-old fucking common sense in cut-
ting through the bullshit and setting the course for all involved
and all that is possible.
My hope is that this book will not only connect with Toms
fans and those who know my work, but will also inspire fellow
creative professionals pursuing photography, painting, illustra-
tion, digital imaging, and filmmakingespecially those seeking
the confidence to believe in the possibilities of all that can be